Chapter Thirteen:- Unconscious.

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As Jane entered the bedroom, she noticed a necklace on the bed with a note.
It read,

"Sorry about before, here this was my mom's. ~ Mike."

Slowly, Jane picked up the necklace and looked at it before putting it on herself.

She looked into the mirror and admired the piece of jewelry before switching the lamp off and going to bed.

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The next day, Mike woke up to the sound of water running and the smell of soap.

He got up from the couch and was lead to the kitchen where Janeien was cleaning the dishes.

"Morning.", said Michael, still half-awake.

Quickly, Eleven turned around and also greeted him, "Morning."

"How'd you sleep?", he asked.

"Good, you?"

"Fine thanks."

Mike then noticed the necklace around Jane's neck and smiled a little, it reminded him of his mother.

"Thanks for the necklace.", added Janeien.

"Your welcome. It looks great on you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course."

Eleven looked down and blushed a little before looking back up at Michael.

Suddenly, the same sounds from the other day could be heard from outside.
Quickly, Mike took Jane by the hand a ran out the house to behind a fence outside.

"What're they doing here?!", whispered Mike.

"I-I don't know, but... but..."

All of a sudden, Janeien's nose started to bleed uncontrollably.
Her skin went pale and she stumbled forward before she fell, Michael quickly grabbing for her arms as she tumbled. Then she lay there in the dirt as still as a corpse, barely breathing at all.

Next thing Eleven knew, she was out cold.

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From her carousel of unconscious thoughts, Eleven woke up to a hospital ceiling.
Inside her arm was an I.V and a beeping sound could be heard beside her.

As she looked to her other side, she was glad to see Michael.

"Mike.", Jane said happily in a tired voice.

"Hey, your awake.", he replied, but Eleven soon frowned when she saw that all guards were surrounding them.

They'd been caught.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"Getting us captured."

"It's not your fault. You were just bleeding."

"Why."

"We don't know."

One of the guards suddenly tugged on the 17-year-old's arm signalling to leave the room, which the guards and him did.

"No, Mike."

"Just..get some rest. I'll come back."

"Mike.."

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